His Obsession ➸ Taekook ✓

- Thirtieth -

Taehyung was sitting in the back of his car, which was being driven by one of his men. He was completely unable to drive, for the simple reason that Jeongguk refused to leave his arms. He kept his fists firmly clasped in the gangster's shirt and his face buried in the back of his neck. He hadn't left this position since Taehyung had taken him in his arms, some fifteen minutes earlier.

In the singer's mind, it was total chaos. A mixture of relief and serenity, but also fear, insecurity and guilt. He was still struggling to realise that Taehyung had really accepted him. He thought the man would be angry with him because he'd broken their contract. That he would kill him. He hadn't expected this turn of events at all. Taehyung's heart was much bigger than he'd thought. So he blamed himself for hurting him. Because Taehyung was the only one who had accepted him completely. Even Yoongi, in all his generosity, hadn't been able to do the same.

Taehyung, for his part, was over the moon. It was true that Jeongguk's behaviour had hurt him, but it was mainly because the singer hadn't been able to rely on him. He hadn't trusted him. And that was painful for him. Because he'd rather abandon him than ask for his help. But now Jeongguk was back in his arms, and this time the gangster wouldn't let him go. If Jeongguk thought he knew Taehyung's dark side, he was wrong. He didn't know how obsessive Taehyung was. Taehyung had a special relationship with love. He felt it for very few people, but when he did, it was with such power that he became extremely possessive.

Possessiveness that Jeongguk loved, because it made him feel loved. Needed. As long as Taehyung was obsessed with him, Jeongguk would be just as obsessed with him.

Taehyung tightened his grip around the singer's waist, burying his nose in his hair to inhale his sweet scent. He unconsciously began to caress his hips, and Jeongguk didn't hesitate to press himself a little closer to the gangster, enjoying his tenderness. After such an eventful night, it was almost a miracle that they felt so calm and serene.

"We'll have to treat your wounds." Taehyung whispered in the singer's ear. "Did that bastard do that to you?"

Jeongguk refused to leave the gangster's neck, but nodded weakly. And he could quickly feel the anger radiating from Taehyung's body. After all, he hated people touching what was his. And even if Jeongguk had truly accepted him today, he had belonged to him the day he had laid eyes on him. That day he knew he'd never let him go.

"Taehyung?" the singer suddenly called, in a tiny voice.

"Hm?"

Jeongguk didn't answer immediately, searching for words uncertainly.

"I feel dirty."

Taehyung frowned, forcing the young man away from him so he could look into his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Taehyung noticed that Jeongguk was trying to hold back his tears, biting his lip with all his might. He'd always known him as distant, majestic and mysterious. Seeing him so weak, broken and vulnerable... he felt his heart clench. But he was aware that to make Jeongguk happy again, he would first have to break down this mask, this shell he had built to protect himself. Everything had to be destroyed in order to rebuild on a firmer, proper foundation.

"He touched me everywhere. He hit me and touched me. I-I... I feel disgusting..." Jeongguk cried, finally letting his tears fall.

And Taehyung quickly wiped them away, with a gentleness that no one would ever have suspected. With one hand he took care of the singer's tears, and with the other he brought him to his side, enclosing him in a warm, reassuring embrace.

"You're not dirty, dove. He abused you, he's the disgusting one."

"But I can still feel his hands on my skin..."

Under the gangster's watchful gaze, Jeongguk leaned over, pressing his body against Taehyung's, and stared into his eyes with his big doe ones.

"Make them go away, please..."

Taehyung's eyes darkened, understanding exactly what Jeongguk was asking of him. So he wasted no time in planting his lips on the singer's, slightly swollen from crying. At first he kissed him tenderly, a kiss to which Jeongguk immediately responded with a long sigh of relief, as if he'd been deprived for years. But the truth was that he had missed those lips terribly. He had missed Taehyung terribly.

If the kiss had started gently, it had quickly become more heated, more messy. Taehyung had no shame in devouring the younger boy's lips, invading his mouth with his vicious tongue, robbing Jeongguk of any chance of breathing. And as he kissed the singer with such intensity, he gently let his hands grip his hips, drawing a small moan from Jeongguk, who had closed his eyes to get a better feel of Taehyung. As the gangster began to let his hands roam, he felt his every movement with frightening precision. His warm, moist lips against his, his rough fingers against his porcelain skin, his ebony hair tickling the tip of his nose, his breath against his ear when he left his lips to leave a trail of purplish hickeys on the back of his neck...

That night Taehyung made love to him with such passion that Jeongguk wanted to cry. The gangster caressed him wherever the singer asked, wiping away the putrid marks Minho had left on his skin. He had kissed each of his wounds with tenderness, swearing that no-one would ever lay their hands on his dove again.

***

When Jeongguk opened his eyes, it took him a moment to realise that he wasn't in his room, but in Taehyung's. That he'd spent the night there. The most wonderful night of his life. And as the smell of the gangster was all over the sheets, invading his nostrils, a shy smile played on his lips.

He was alone in bed, but it wasn't long before the bedroom door opened and Taehyung entered the room dressed only in his boxer shorts. Seeing that Jeongguk was just beginning to emerge, he slipped back under the sheets and put an arm around the singer's waist, pulling him back against him with a satisfied smile.

"Slept well?" he asked as he caressed the boy's hips.

"Hm, it's been a long time since I've had such a... peaceful sleep."

Taehyung hummed in response, feeling Jeongguk settle comfortably against him, and they stayed like that for a few minutes, giving the singer time to wake up.

"Thanks again, Tae."

The gangster didn't react to the nickname, which made his heart skip a beat.

"For what?"

"For forgiving me. I was horrible, and yet you accepted me without question."

"We're adults, Jeongguk. I knew you had your problems, and that you were trying to sort them out on your own. This was bound to happen. I would have been a fool to blame you without ever trying to understand you. I'm not fifteen anymore."

Jeongguk smiled at this. He'd never imagined that Taehyung could be so understanding, so... kind. It was new for him, but pleasant. And it was also the reason why he had no right to keep him in the dark any longer.

"You know," he began, drawing the gangster's attention back to him, "I had a sister. A twin sister, but she died of cancer when I was ten. And that day... my life began to shatter before my very eyes."